old poetry/pale disease

found the following piece of old poetry written (by me) on a white envelope in red ink:

Colourful stars-- pink, blue, green--
that remind me of your eyes

Drip from the sky above my bed
like blood from a freshly broken
heart. I

Tilt my head, close my eyes, and open
my mouth

Hoping to catch the burning balls of gas on my
tongue like-- raindrops from a summer sky
dressed in pink--

I've caught fully this pale disease.